"If you don't mind, Creevey, we're a little busy at the moment?" Draco
snapped exasperatedly, breaking away from his preoccupation with Harry to
glare at Colin. "Get lost, won't you?"
"But I'm just taking photos of the Class of '97 Reunion Party for the
yearbook!" Colin protested, lowering his camera to look pleadingly at Draco.
Harry turned to Colin, gave him a sultry look, then turned back to Draco
with a nonchalant shrug. "Oh come on, Draco, he's just taking some pictures."
"Taking some pictures?" Draco repeated incredulously, still glowering at
Colin. "None of these pictures you're taking of us -- entirely without
our permission I might add -- are ever going to be permitted to go to print
in the yearbook, so just sod off."
Colin took another picture.
"CREEVEY!" Draco bellowed, blinking in the glare of the camera's
flashlight, "IF YOU DON'T GET THE F--"
"Colin," Harry quickly cut in, "I don't think Draco likes you catching us
on film like that."
There was a significant pause.
"What if," Colin leaned in conspiratorially, a gleam in his eyes, "you were
paid to let us catch you on film like that?"
"Paid?" Harry tilted his head, a quizzical look on his face. "And who's 'us'?"
"Creeveys' Creative Company," Colin swiftly produced a small rectangular
name card, sliding it into the pocket of Harry's very-tight jeans. "Set up
by my brother and I, an offshoot of our regular business... perhaps, well--
let's just say, we deal in a more artistic, alternative sort of photography."
"Porn?" Draco interrupted flatly, before Harry had a chance to respond.
Colin smiled. "Exactly."
Draco snorted. "What a nice euphemism, Creevey."
Harry looked intrigued. "You deal in porn, Colin?"
Colin shrugged offhandedly. "As I said, it's just a side business."
"Which probably happens to pull in more income than your regular one,"
Draco said sardonically. He wrapped his arm around Harry and pulled him
closer. "And no, Creevey, we don't want to pose for your artistic photo
shoots. Bugger off."
Harry leaned in and nuzzled Draco's neck. "It might be fun, you know,
Draco," he whispered sensually, nibbling lightly on Draco's earlobe.
Draco groaned softly, turning his face to Harry's. "Harry, don't tell me
you want to..."
"I didn't say that." Harry raised his face to Draco's, leaned in and kissed
Draco on the mouth, letting his words slide against Draco's lips. "I just
said it might be fun."
"Closet exhibitionist, aren't you?" Draco murmured back, losing himself in
Harry's kiss, and he was vaguely aware of the flashbulb going off several
times, accompanied by the stuttering clicking of the camera.
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